Page 48 of Beg for It
“You’re just going to screw me on the ground in the middle of a corn maze? Not exactly romantic.” I try to muster up an ounce of courage in the words I project.
“Romantic was never part of this game, and it’s not what you want, princess.” His grip tightens around my throat, and my hips squirm, need coursing through me as I struggle to pull in air. He smirks, knowing he has me caught.
I can spout as many lies as I want, but Eli knows my wicked truths. He’s seen my comments, he’s drawn his blade over my skin, and he’s choked me with his cock until I couldn’t breathe.
I want this even though I shouldn’t want this.
He tugs down the elastic neckline of my dress, my breasts popping out into the night breeze. The chill that pebbles my nipples is instantly contrasted by the hot heat of his tongue circling the tightened peaks. My gasp is strangled with his handstill clutching my neck. I subconsciously wrap my legs around his waist, seeking more.
My nipples have always been sensitive, so when he tugs them between his teeth, I writhe with complete abandonment beneath him. “More,” I plead. My arms circle his back, nails digging into the curves of his shoulder blades.
He licks and sucks and tugs, driving me more and more mad.
He runs his tongue over the X mark he carved earlier, and a sharp sting works its way to my needy pussy.
“Oh, God,” I pant. “Yes.”
He bites the soft flesh of my breast, and I cry out as pain melts into pleasure. Again and again, his teeth mar my skin while his other hand squeezes and tugs. My hips grind with reckless want along his stiff length, my pussy feeling hollow as he winds me tighter.
“You act so prim and proper” –bite, lick—“but you’re a slut for the pain” –bite, lick—“and I fucking love watching you beg and break.”
His words rumble along my sensitive skin as I hear the telltale sound of his pants unzipping. He lifts his face from between my boobs, trailing his tongue up the center of my breastbone. Carnal desire swirls through his gaze, and I’m lost to his eyes as he continues up and up until his lips hover above my own, our breaths mingling with pent-up desire.
The hot, heavy weight of his velvety cock presses against the slick wetness of my core. He grinds his hips up and down, coating his dick in my arousal, the throbbing head pushing against my entrance with every pass.
We let out matching groans as the sensation builds. I’ve never wanted to be fucked more in my life than at this very moment. It’s driving me insane. My pussy is begging for relief, the need coiling tighter and tighter as he continues to tease me with his cock.
“I’m going to fuck this pussy so hard, you won’t be able to walk for days.” He pins both wrists above my head.
He grinds his hips, and I squirm, desperate for him to fill me, to fulfil the words he just spoke.
“Look at you, chasing after my cock.” He leans close. “Tell me, princess, how bad do you want it? How bad do you wantme?”
“I—”
His head nudges my entrance, and I choke off with a heady gasp.
“Sorry, what was that?”
Asshole.
Honestly, I can’t even be mad. I’m too delirious with this burning need that won’t go away. I’m so desperate. It should sicken me how much I want this, want him.
But I do. God, I fucking do. And I haven’t come this far not to come. I haven’t put my reputation on the line not to be railed within an inch of my life on my back, raw, in this damn field.
“I want you. Please, Eli, fuck me.”
Heat flashes in his eyes, his grip on my wrists tightening with a sharp sting, but it just adds to my need.
His throbbing crown nudges my entrance again, but this time he doesn’t pull back. He pushes in and—oh my fucking God, how is he that big? I swear it didn’t seem this huge earlier when I sucked him off, but right now it is like his cock is taking up all the real estate in my pussy, leaving no room for me to breathe.
My lips part in a wordless gasp as he fills me inch by inch until his balls hit my ass.
“Fuck, Blair. This pussy was fucking made for me,” he grunts.
He slowly pulls back out, never taking his eyes off me, and it feels strangely intimate...until he slams back in as I let out a scream.
My cunt is pulsing under his brutal plundering. Thrust after thrust after thrust. His pace is out of this world, completelyovertaking any rational thought that could possibly enter my mind. I become a prisoner to his punishment, submitting myself to him.
